The Cottage In Central Ohio Lyrics

Memorial Day is at the end of May

When I was a kid we'd drive

Down to The Cottage in Central Ohio

During the great depression

My great grandpa and his friends

Dug a lake and built cottages around it

Waiting for friends and packing the cars

Heading south from Cleveland

Taking 71 down to route 18

18 east to 21 south

Turn right on 93

And then watch out for the end of the world

That's what we called the top of this hill

You couldn't see over at all

We'd say "ooohhh" and scream when we got to the top

Stop at Grandma Shearer's chip factory

Brewster Dairy for cheese

And trail bologna, slowing down for the speed trap in Beach City

I don't know why they called it Beach City

There clearly wasn't a beach

Unless you count Baylor Beach the waterpark with the twisty slide

Stay left on 93 and see Camp Wanake

I went there with church in eighth grade

Now we call it sex camp and laugh about how awkward Dad felt

But I digress, where was I, oh yes

Still on the way

We'd pass the Beach City dam and the garbage dump

We turned left on some old random road

Climbed up a hill

Then took a left at the fence Dad hit when he saw that turkey vulture

The road went down and curved around

You could see the lake through the trees

The car would rock back and forth when the paved road turned to gravel

If it was dark Dad would turn off the lights

Blanketing us in pitch black

Then he'd say "Grandma always said 'watch out for the jumping trees'"

We'd park the cars in the twisted drive

Open the doors to vacation

Fresh country air and the sound of bugs

Under the rock to turn the water on

Dad opened up the doors

And checked for mice and spiders so Mom wouldn't freak out

I'd go straight to the screened in porch

Sit on the swinging couch

Take a big breath in and feel happy just to be alive

Memorial Day is at the end of May

When I was a kid we'd drive

Down to The Cottage in Central Ohio